Boo!

We celebrated our first Halloween in out new "haunt"!  This neighborhood seriously loves their Halloweening... it was a total blast.  Giant Frankensteins, strung up skeletons, a remote control wheelchair with a skeleton in it that CHASED the kids down the driveway...

I've found us the BEST neighborhood in the whole universe.  There was even a group of kidless 20 somethings that dressed up, sat in their driveway and handed out candy for the tots, and the yummiest friggin' hot apple cider for the parents.  Like, I'm sitting here, as Shae is sleeping, and wondering if I could dart out for seconds...

Since it's just me and the girl, I set out an honour bowl for the little ones while we Trick or Treated - and, in keeping with my awesomest neighborhood ever, it was totally honored.  Shae and I sat on the front step and handed out the rest - 300 hundred pieces - gone.  My sweet tooth is sad.  My bum and waistline rejoiced.

Since I've been remiss with posting - I'll post a pile of photos from the last week along with Halloween.

Nap time with Cod

Ghost Cake Pops - I made them for daycare and work!

Tis the season for hot chocolate...

Princess Ariel

Our honor bowl getting some action

The scariest house - with the remote control skeleton!

She's got TOTing DOWN.

Back home to dole the rest out - enjoying the fruit of her labour!

Ain't nobody gettin' one of HER chippies.

A Melter

A "melter" are those things your kid says that makes you turn to smoosh inside... I need to get these down - the first time you hear them are the best for smoosh factor.

Every morning, I wake up with Shae in bed with me.  She starts out in her room, but inevitably comes to join me at some point in the night.  I LOVE the early morning snuggles.  After teh alarm goes off, I pull her in and fold her up next to me and give her a squeeze, and tell her, "Oh Shaelin.  I love you SO much." 

It's a great start to the day.

The first time I heard ME in her when she said it back to me, "Oh Mommy.  I YUV YOU SO MUCH" was a melter.

This morning, she says it back to me, then... and I can tell when she's testing usage of a phrase by her tone and the hesitance she says the words with... she says, " We... love... chudder." 

Melter.  We sure do love chudder.

Zombies

My baby woke this morning and asked me about zombies.  Yesterday, she came at me with her arms extended, groaning, and telling me she was a zombie.  It was funny yesterday, but this morning it was quite serious business.

Shae - MOM!  It's not dark out! (rips curtain in my room open) SEE!  Wake up!

Me - Oh, yeah... *yawn* great.

Shae - Zombies are real, right?

Me - Uh, good morning!  Gimme a hug and kiss.

Shae - RIGHT?  ZOMBIES ARE REAL, RIGHT?

* At this point, I consider saying that mommy zombies are created when their children keep them up for hours in the night.  Just to see if it starts getting me more sleep.

Me - No.  Zombies are pretend.

Shae - They can't come in my house?

Me - No.  Because they AREN'T REAL.  Who told you about zombies, anyway?

Shae - Um.  This bed.



Uh, okay.  Not much point trying to explain real from pretend when MY BED is educating her.   Or, I need to seriously start listening closer to my mattress.

Oh Poo

In advance, and before someone chastises me, I KNOW this is an overshare.  I don't care.  Poo is funny at our house.  When Shae's being silly, she answers all questions with "ummmm Poooooooo?  Peeeeee?" and I giggle.  Every. Time.

It always amazes me how pooping just totally sneaks up on Shae.  Tonight, we're happily gluing rhinestones to a wooden princess, and mid-request for a pink heart, her brow furrows up and she looks positively stricken.

Grabs her bum.

"I have to POO!  NOW!  HURRY!"

I never mess around with a request like that.  Anyone that has ever had to peel skinny jeans and undies with a splurt of mushy poo will tell you - THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.

So, we make it to the toilet and she does her poo-thang.

Then, comes the inevitable show and tell... Shae requires and exam of her efforts before flushing.  Tonight's observation?  "That looks like a seahorse, right mommy?  And that one's a crab (aside, no, she did NOT mean crap.  Crab.).  That one (a pointy one) is a rocket."

Clearly, I need to do more book readign with her.  Maybe a trip to the zoo, to show her what a seahorse ACTUALLY looks like, or a crab.  The rocket was a pretty good comparison though.  That's a mommy win.

I HAVE to preserve these conversations.  Just be glad the camera wasn't handy.  And that I didn't tell you about her Pooting**  about 30 minutes later.  Oops, guess I did!  You're welcome.


**since we don't say "sh*t" we can't reeeeally say "Sharting."  We coined Pooting - poo and tooting.

Three

Three whole years ago I met the most amazing person.  Shae!  Today is her 3rd birthday!


The kid has had THREE parties to celebrate her birth - the kid doesn't have a birthday, she has a birthweek.

Her first party was at Gramma and Grandpa's house - where she celebrated with her grandparents, her Uncle Shane, Cousin Dylan, GG, and our friend Val.  It was a wonderful weekend, so of course, I have 100 photos to share.  She had an Ariel cake - made by her very own Gramma!

It was also Thanksgiving weekend - so I'm sneaking in photos of the whole sha-bang.  Humour me.

 

Then!  She had a birthday party at her daycare.  I have no pics of that, but it was a shared birthday with another boy, so there was TONS of cake, and she came home with THREE presents!  What a lucky twerp!

Then, I couldn't let the actual day pass without a celebration at our house... so I ordered pizza, and produced a princess cake - she'd been asking for one for months.

We picnicked in the living room.  After we were stuffed to the gills (get it?  Salmon(d)? Gills? Hee.), we painted our sidewalk and then I followed Shae to the park.  Couldn't say no - as you can see from the video below, she turned a little Exorcist on the way, "COME FOLLOW MEEEEE" in an evil little voice!

Finally, she got to put on the princess dress I'd saved for her birthdate - pink, because Ariel wears pink and she's bound and determined to be Ariel for Halloween.  Hmmm... better get looking for a long red toddler wig!

Worst. Toy. Ever.

As a girl, Rapunzel was hands down my favorite fairy tale ever.  Ever.  Like, wrap a towel around my head, give it a twist, and swing my long towel hair from side to side, pretending I was that hairy miss.  (I do, I really like how I phrased that.)

So, having a wee lass now, it gives me such pleasure to snatch up Tangled dolls... and really, this "Tangled" merchandise... very aptly named.  This, is what 20 inches of hair on a 6 inch doll looks like after 2 days with an (almost!) 3 year old.

It would be very unmommyish to scalp my kid's doll, right?  Okay sure, it's mean... but how deep do you think she'd be scarred for?  Weighing my options...

Wet.

Last night, my darling creature woke coughing the strangest noise... it sounded like a weak smack to a bum... no really, that's what it sounded like.  Go ahead, smack your butt.  Weakly.

That was her cough.  A quiet cracking expel of air... Poor ducky...

Her cough and subsequent cry made me go check to see if she was okay.  As I leaned over, I put my hand in a warm squishy spot - she peed her bed.  Like, a LOT of pee.  One of those "wow, I should hand in my parent card, because this kid clearly hasn't emptied her bladder in 9 days" sized pees.

That's fine.  She's getting sick, she even skipped her bath, where I now know she must pee copious amounts into (judging by the size of her pee), and was so tired she went out in a matter of seconds.

I cleaned her up, moved her into my bed, stripped her bed (oh, and this is midnight, about 45 minutes after I'd fallen asleep - so my head feels like I've been hit by a truck), put it on to wash... curl into bed... and wake up two hours later.

Miraculously, she still had some pee in there.  Like she DID have some pee in there - it's now soaking into my leg.

So.  I strip MY bed, put a pull-up on her (*sob* I don't weaaaaaaaar pull ups moooooooommy!) toss it down the stairs (one load in the middle of the night is my max... I found out.) REMAKE my bed, and go to sleep fervently praying the pull-up doesn't leak. 

Thirty four.  And my bed crinkles like I'm 3.  And last night, I was glad for it.